aterat | Reality is a Curious Thing

Who; Drizzt Do'Urden (

usestwohands) and you!
What; Arrival and getting acquainted with a new world
Where; Around the city and its environs
When; Late January - Mid Feb
Warnings; None as of yet; Will Update as Necessary

arrival; fountain plaza

Light and chill assailed his senses quickly in equal measure. His sensitive lavender eyes reacted swiftly to the sudden brightness, temporarily blinding him and sparking a piercing headache in quick succession. Bleary-eyed, he pulled the deep cowl of his cloak over his head of silver hair as quickly as he was able, tense as the gnome approached him, but taking the satchel he was offered without much complaint. He listened as his eyes adjusted slowly, the headache not abating, but at least images becoming more clear to his overwhelmed eyes. Explanations sunk in as he cast his eyes around, losing track of the gnome as he wandered off after his exposition in the light.

Ah, so that was why the light was so overpowering in this new place. "Snow." One mystery solved, the Drow peered down at the sack in his hand given to him by the curious gnome, blinking for a moment before a wave of anxiety passed through his mind and he patted at the inner pocket of his cloak until his thinly gloved fingers found the carved onyx figurine there and his stance visibly relaxed. A new world it would be, then, but his friend had come with him. The anxiety didn't completely wain, nervous as he was for the fate of his friends in their world, but they were beyond his aid for now, at least until he found a sorcerer he could trust. Until then, it would be best to understand this new place in which he'd arrived.

He would go to this building of blue and await the setting of the sun. His destination in mind, he squinted from beneath the hood of his cloak for a moment before he found the building in question and set off across the snow-covered plaza to seek the relative shade offered by the building's awning. Passerby may note his soft leather boots made little sound in the snow, or that twin swords hung from his hips, just visible under his heavy green cloak, or hear the slight whisper of chainmail as he moved.

blue building rooftop; evening

He found his room without much difficulty and waiting within without rest for the sun outside to set. It was obvious enough from the windows of his apartment, a place he would find difficult to find his own, he was certain. He made his way to the roof first as the sun headed toward the horizon, anxious to get a look at this sprawling city with eyes not overwhelmed by the sunlight, but he was surprised to find what the door to the roof opened up to: a rooftop garden, in the throws of winter, and across the rooftop, a glass structure warm enough within to resist the formation of frost upon its exterior surface.

He approached the small building cautiously, not drawing a scimitar, but muscled tense in preparation of fleeing should the need arise. He found the door unlocked and eased the latch, a slight smile tugging at his lips when he saw what was within, and at the warm air within. It preserve the temperature, he moved in with haste, closing the door behind him.

"A greenhouse." He wondered if the other buildings around the plaza had something similar. He explored the narrow walkways slowing, appreciating the collection, though also recognizing by gauging the plant growth it was a relatively new installation. Ambitious and useful, as there were flowering plants and those used for food among the collection. It was a peaceful place, away from the city sounds without, as well. What a delightful discovery. He'd be interested in meeting its builder.

network; audio

[There are a few seconds of silence before he speaks. He'd decided using this device he'd been gifted to reach out to the others here was in his best interest, that unification was better than segregation, and it would be best to know how they react to newcomers now rather than in the midst of a crisis. In his experience, people were mistrusting of outsiders, especially those who looked different to themselves, but now that it had come to it, he found himself oddly shy.

One could never know how others would react until they leaped, of course, and so after a pause, he began.]

Greetings. I am Drizzt Do'Urden, and I have recently arrived. I trust I am not the only one who has received this curious gift. I know we are all far from our homes, and the task that has been placed upon us is great, if the gnome, Raimon, is to be believed.

I welcome other perspectives, of course. I have little knowledge of this place, and I wager the adjustment is no easy feat for any of us. Until then, be well.

(OOC: If you'd like to meet up with Drizzt anywhere, feel free to set up a prompt! He'll be exploring extensively any place that exists, so you can run into him anywhere! If you'd like me to set up something specific, you can PM me, reach out on plurk at

vikael or on discord at vikael#0221)

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"A healer, then." He nodded. In his profession, if one could call wandering wherever the wind might take you a vocation, was a dangerous one, and knowing a healer would have its benefits.

He smiled at her greeting, a flash of white from beneath his hood. "Drizzt, please. Well met, Inesa." He inclined his head with the greeting, an informal bow. "Do'Urden is a family name, and only a dangling reminder of them." A legacy he feared he'd never outrun. He could drop the title altogether, but what use was there in forgetting the darkness he'd left behind?

"Yes." She inclined her head in a subtle nod. Inesa hadn't used her healing recently but she continued to practice her control by channeling the flow of magic from her frame to the area around her. It was for this reason that a small forest was growing in her apartment.

"Drizzt then." Her eyebrows furrowed at his explanation. She knew a little of names but she hadn't realized that last names were different except that they were sometimes indications of where people had come from. It was for this reason that she didn't have a last name. "Is Drizzt not a reminder of them too? Or did someone other than your family give you a name like me?"

Healers weren’t common in Faerun, and Drizzt had met few in his time wandering its surface. There were no healers among the Drow save those who plied the trade of alchemy. Evil goddesses didn’t lend themselves over well to the benevolent arts of healing.

“No, Drizzt was also a gift from my family, but it also my own, and it means me.” He shrugged slightly. “It is how my friends call me, and it doesn’t carry a sting. It matters not how one comes by their names, of course. I’m sure yours is similar, whether it was given by your parents or by others who called you friend.”

"Is that so?" She liked the way he explained it and quickly found how it could similarly relate to her situation. "It is interesting."

Inesa smiled at Drizzt. "I did not have a name where I was born. No one there did but I met a man who thought of me like a daughter and he gave me my name. I have had other names in the past but this name means the most to me. I have not had family like him before." And even if he wasn't in the city with her, Seregil would always be in her heart.

"I love my chosen family." They were very important to her.

"The bonds of a family chosen are strongest." There was a conviction in his voice that spoke to his belief. He would not trade his for the world, and he would happily lay down his life for them.

"It is truly a lovely name and one to bear proudly."

"I think so too." Inesa agreed with a smile.

She glanced about the square before realizing that she'd held Drizzt longer than was commonly comfortable. "I am sorry if I stopped you from anything. I would be happy to help if you need anything." Inesa was still learning about social cues and it was hard for her to tell if someone was just speaking with her to be polite or if they had somewhere else to be.

"You need not apologize, this is all simply...much to accept." He'd seen the strange, the otherworldly, but an entirely new world?

"I appreciate the invitation, Inesa. Do I...use this device?" He held up the Tell Phone he'd been given, delicate white eyebrows raised.

"Yes. You can contact all of the people who were brought here like you were. It is a little difficult to get used to but it gets easier since there are only a few people it can call." It wasn't as confusing as the Sphere's communication devices but it was tricky for those who weren't good at technology and Inesa was not good at technology.

"If you need something, please call." Even if she can't help, she'll try her best. "I will see you another time." With a final smile, Inesa turned and headed off toward her previous destination.

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